Chez Panisse is everything you've heard it is. Spend your rent money on it. It's unicorns and puppies and everything nice. It's your long-lost parent finally coming back from the store from getting a pack of smokes 20 years ago and letting you know they've amassed your fortune and you'll never have to work again. It's one of those weird gel mattresses covered in plush faux fur with a massage underneath. It's incredible. It's amazing.
The courses will arrive, perfectly timed, and you won't know that you're slower than everyone else in the restaurant because no one will indicate a rush. We were there for over three hours. It was glorious. Every moment.
There's one menu a day, which I didn't know. I thought we were getting appetizers and choosing our mains. I am apparently a pleb.
The bread was delicious, and yet, we somehow didn't fill up on it.
The starter sparkling wine was elderflower and peach leaf and made from the cry-laughing tears of angels.
The Halibut Salmon course was delicate and so light it floated on the tongue.
The lasagna, which was the dish I was going to order, was somehow delicate and hearty at once, with truffle.
The lamb... must literally have been Mary's Little Lamb. I have never tasted anything like it.
Who knows what you'll get. It's amazing. The service is fantastic, attentive, and not intrusive.
Born and raised in the Bay Area, I've always wondered what all the fuss is about. Now I know. We'll go back every year.